The Shillong agri-horticultural Society organised a flower show in Shillong
yesterday. It was a feast for the eyes and every bloom vied for attention
because of its sheer beauty. I took some pictures but the quality of the
photos do not do full justice to these amazing blooms!
The Society was formed and registered in 1977. Its objective is to promote and encourage the scientific planting of fruits, flowers, trees and vegetables; work towards developing flower and kitchen gardens; hold flower, vegetable and fruit shows; organise seminars, discussions and lectures; publish suitable material including journals, books and leaflets and provide technical advice on scientific methods of growing and development of landscaping.
My blackberry tree is in full bloom now. Covered in ivory- coloured fluffy, feathery flowers, the tree promises Abundance! Not that it has ever disappointed....Summers would never be the same with- out the berries and the flocks of birds that come a-calling at any given hour of the day! The ground below the tree is covered with a patina of yellow polleny dust now.But soon enough, my feathered friends will carpet the ground with hundreds of seeds of half-eaten berries!
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now for having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire. -Robert Frost, "Blue-Butterfly Day"
I thought that the photos of the ornamental pineapple I'd posted earlier, looked good enough. But that was in March. Now there are several purple-blue flower- ettes all along the "fruit".This is my best garden feature at the moment!
Came across this story some time ago and would like to share it. When Guru Nanak, the founder of the Sikh faith, visited Multan then a great religious centre, the fakirs there sent him a cup of milk full to the brim,suggesting thereby that the place was already full of holy men and that there was no place for another one. The Guru placed a jasmine flower on top of the milk and returned the cup to the fakirs, thus telling them that as the flower with its weightlessness floated on the surface of the milk without displacing it, so would he live in their midst adding only fragrance with his presence.
Still, dark nights do not exist anymore...the water-level in the marshy plot of land next to our house has risen and the constant croaking of frogs is a reminder that there's much activity going around. The view from the bedroom window is a sight to behold. Hundreds of fireflies flitting above the reeds, it's as if a part of the sky is suspended at eye- level and miniature stars are twinkling and circling the marsh! Tomorrow, as with most mornings, I'm likely to be woken by the raucous sounds of the moorhens. There's a brood among the reeds and the mother often comes foraging in my backyard. I've not managed to capture her on camera. With a furtive glance she flies her short distances, over the wall. Maybe better luck, next time.
Clicked this picture on a sunny after- noon in early March. Despite several tries of a better-picture-of-a-bee-sucking-nectar. this was what I could manage. Sitting on the veranda of my house, it's a pleasure to watch mottled butterflies flitting about the nastur- tiums. And talking about nasturtiums, I love the fact that they are so easy to grow, requiring very little care even on poor garden soil. As cut flowers, they look amazing---lighting up the vase/bowl and the room!
The first day of April and the rains are already here.My plants have soaked in more moisture than they need. And the recent hailstones turned those huge leaves of the arum and the banana to palm-like fronds. But soon the leaves will look as good as new, I hope. The weather had turned warm but it's cooler now. So when the rain stopped, I was out planting the flowers of summer---cosmos and zinnia. Did a bit of weeding too. Everything grows so fast when the rains come-- I don't want a jungle in my front-yard!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau